Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical .44

[Redman] come!!!!!
[Marley] Play this on your fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio
1: Method Man]
Oh no, flow lyrica forty fo'
If it gets deep, jump in feet first hold yo' nose
I'm a when you step on my toe you hear my whistle
Checkin 'em hoe, you see my pistol it go
I wait to do a song right, hardly 'gon do ya wrong
Time to party, Meth, Stephen Marley and Jr.
So selecta, come it, awww shit it
Now y'all did it, supper ready y'all come get it
Now who 'gon me block me pop lock me knock me
Jamaica posse most Haile Selassie
willin, another sound boy killin
I'm hot bitch I don't catch cold or feelings
The truth be the youth
And Def Jam y'all know the Meth Man care of his fam
That's y'all better do
Examine our we plannin to win
Worldwide tell the people we be jammin
2: Redman]
Make way for Hammond
Got more hoes grand canyon
I, dig 'em out then tie 'em up for
I, at your feet make you start dancin
I'm on your picnics where ya campin
Doctor got the ziplock from
When the zig zag roll I'll rip zip code
Got bitches up off the hypno
I tip toe, then wait they bend over
(There I go) money
I got a mo ped in sittin on twenties
(Blaow!) Look out, in the air
(Blaow!) guns in the air
No it's Tiger Bone to get it crackin
dread right or wrong
I'm a sinner, winner of the underground
Eat dinner, in of Bob Marley pin up
Redman]
I don't care your bling bling bling
Over here we let them things
BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! it to me
BLAOW!!! it up BLAOW!!! give it up
I don't care your bling bling bling
Over here we let them ring
BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! One
BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! give it up
[Verse 3: "Jr. Gong" Marley]
I neva why so much ganja reach ya
And dem a wonda how so much feature
Blunt dem so big a must a Bob and Peter
Teach it a teacher preach it like a preacher
Put you in a
Pussy couldn't style mi up plus no achieve
Gimme di gimme di blunt and a sensimillia
Gimme di gimme di cup and a couple senorita
Jr. Gong di a trouble when mi reach ya
DJ fi fi fan dem inna and di bleacha
Jumpin off on di metah , you best yah
Babylon a smell and couldn't get mi neitha
ever since a likkle ghetto yute dem get di crippled
So mi know seh dem a go get a weopen
when we hear some politician trippin
When a di big promote I'm right there wid di clip in
So smile now yuh flip yuh likkle flippin lippin
Got a big five it's trigga finga lickin
Then mi buck up yuh face so far yuh know what's happenin
Dem how yuh get so slim it's like yuh fat and go gym
Get mi girl inna mi cabin and mi cabin
It is dappin slappin jappin it is non
Hey! No caan cook inna mi kitchen
If a gal try dat she's a pigeon
Well a tear off mi pants stitchen
Natty dreadlocks inna di benz and have recline
If a bwoy nuh like dat him may end up
Rastafari dun yuh but yuh don't listen
Marley]
Play this song on fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio